CHAPTER XXII.

AFTER SUPPER.

The king took Saint-Aignan by the arm, and passed into the adjoining

apartment. "What has detained you, comte?" said the king.

"I was bringing the answer, sire," replied the comte.

"She has taken a long time to reply to what I wrote her."

"Sire, your majesty has deigned to write in verse, and Mademoiselle de

la Valliere wished to repay your majesty in the same coin; that is to

say, in gold."

"Verses! Saint-Aignan," exclaimed the king in ecstasy. "Give them to me

at once." And Louis broke the seal of a little letter, inclosing the

verses which history has preserved entire for us, and which are more

meritorious in intention than in execution. Such as they were, however,

the king was enchanted with them, and exhibited his satisfaction by

unequivocal transports of delight; but the universal silence which

reigned in the rooms warned Louis, so sensitively particular with regard

to good breeding, that his delight might give rise to various

interpretations. He turned aside and put the note in his pocket, and

then advancing a few steps, which brought him again to the threshold of

the door close to his guests, he said, "M. de Valon, I have seen you

to-day with the greatest pleasure, and my pleasure will be equally

great to see you again." Porthos bowed as the Colossus of Rhodes would

have done, and retired from the room with his face toward the king. "M.

d'Artagnan," continued the king, "you will await my orders in the

gallery; I am obliged to you for having made me acquainted with M. de

Valon. Gentlemen," addressing himself to the other guests, "I return to

Paris to-morrow on account of the departure of the Spanish and Dutch

ambassadors. Until to-morrow, then."

The apartment was immediately cleared of the guests. The king took

Saint-Aignan by the arm, made him read La Valliere's verses over again,

and said. "What do you think of them?"

"Charming, sire."

"They charm me, in fact, and if they were known--"

"Oh! the professional poets would be jealous of them; but it is not at

all likely they will know anything about them."

"Did you give her mine?"

"Oh! sire, she positively devoured them."

"They were very weak, I am afraid."

"That is not what Mademoiselle de la Valliere said of them."

"Do you think she was pleased with them?"

"I am sure of it, sire."

"I must answer them, then."

"Oh! sire, immediately after supper? Your majesty will fatigue

yourself."

"You're right; study after eating is very injurious."

"The labor of a poet, especially so: and besides, there is great

excitement prevailing at Mademoiselle de la Valliere's."

"What do you mean?"

"With her as with all the ladies of the court."

"Why?"

"On account of poor De Guiche's accident."

"Has anything serious happened to De Guiche, then?"

"Yes, sire, he has one hand nearly destroyed, a hole in his breast: in

fact he is dying."

[Illustration: DE GUICHE TURNED ROUND ALSO, AND, AT THE MOMENT THE

HORSE WAS QUIET AGAIN, HE FIRED, AND THE BALL CARRIED OFF DE WARDES' HAT

FROM HIS HEAD.--_Page 91._]

"Good heavens! who told you that?"

"Manicamp brought him back just now to the house of a doctor here in

Fontainebleau, and the rumor soon reached us all here."

"Brought back! Poor De Guiche; and how did it happen?"

"Ah! that is the very question, how did it happen?"

"You say that in a very singular manner, Saint-Aignan. Give me the

details. What does he say himself?"

"He says nothing, sire: but others do."

"What others?"

"Those who brought him back, sire."

"Who are they?"

"I do not know, sire; but M. de Manicamp knows. M. de Manicamp is one of

his friends."

"As everybody is, indeed," said the king.

"Oh! no!" returned Saint-Aignan, "you are mistaken, sire; every one is

not precisely friends with M. de Guiche."

"How do you know that?"

"Does your majesty require me to explain myself?"

"Certainly I do."

"Well, sire, I believe I have heard something said about a quarrel

between two gentlemen."

"When?"

"This very evening, before your majesty's supper was served."

"That can hardly be. I have issued such stringent and severe ordinances

with respect to dueling, that no one, I presume, would dare to disobey

them."

"In that case, Heaven preserve me from excusing any one!" exclaimed

Saint-Aignan. "Your majesty commanded me to speak, and I spoke

accordingly."

"Tell me, then, in what way the Comte de Guiche has been wounded?"

"Sire, it is said to have been at a boar-hunt."

"This evening?"

"Yes, sire."

"One of his hands shattered, and a hole in his breast. Who was at the

hunt with M. de Guiche?"

"I do not know, sire; but M. de Manicamp knows, or ought to know."

"You are concealing something from me, Saint-Aignan."

"Nothing, sire, I assure you."

"Then, explain to me how the accident happened; was it a musket that

burst?"

"Very likely, sire. But yet, on reflection, it could hardly have been

that, for Guiche's pistol was found close by him still loaded."

"His pistol? But a man does not go to a boar-hunt with a pistol, I

should think."

"Sire, it is also said that Guiche's horse was killed, and that the

horse is still to be found in the wide open glade in the forest."

"His horse?--Guiche go on horseback to a boar-hunt!--Saint-Aignan, I do

not understand a syllable of what you have been telling me. Where did

the affair happen?"

"At the Rond-point, in that part of the forest called the Bois-Rochin."

"That will do. Call M. d'Artagnan." Saint-Aignan obeyed, and the

musketeer entered.

"Monsieur d'Artagnan," said the king, "you will leave this place by the

little door of the private staircase."

"Yes, sire."

"You will mount your horse."

"Yes, sire."

"And you will proceed to the Rond-point du Bois-Rochin. Do you know the

spot?"

"Yes, sire. I have fought there twice."

"What!" exclaimed the king, amazed at the reply.

"Under the edicts, sire, of Cardinal Richelieu," returned D'Artagnan,

with his usual impassibility.

"That is very different, monsieur. You will, therefore, go there, and

will examine the locality very carefully. A man has been wounded there,

and you will find a horse lying dead. You will tell me what your opinion

is upon the whole affair."

"Very good, sire."

"It is a matter of course that it is your own opinion I require, and not

that of any one else."

"You shall have it in an hour's time, sire."

"I prohibit your speaking with any one, whoever it may be."

"Except with the person who must give me a lantern," said D'Artagnan.

"Oh! that is a matter of course," said the king, laughing at the

liberty, which he tolerated in no one but his captain of musketeers.

D'Artagnan left by the little staircase.

"Now, let my physician be sent for," said Louis. Ten minutes afterward

the king's physician arrived, quite out of breath.

"You will go, monsieur," said the king to him, "and accompany M. de

Saint-Aignan wherever he may take you; you will render me an account of

the state of the person you may see in the house you will be taken to."

The physician obeyed without a remark, as at that time people began to

obey Louis XIV., and left the room preceding Saint-Aignan.

"Do you, Saint-Aignan, send Manicamp to me, before the physician can

possibly have spoken to him." And Saint-Aignan left in his turn.

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